After a time, even Charlie could see that his sassy submissive was nearing her limit. Slowing down, the paddle landed at infrequent intervals for a few minutes as he admired the heated glow. Letting the fierce thing land on either cheek with a final stoke, he finished, as Christina wailed loudly.
“Damn, what a rush that is!” he charged, as he laid the paddle on the table. His hand was immediately on Christina’s bottom, making her stay in her submissive pose, even when she struggled to rise from his lap. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not finished with you,” he said. His massaging hand was not just feeling her hot red cheeks, his fingers were beginning to run along the crack of her ass, diving into the cleft deep to find the moist warm places there, just as he had at the mountain cabin.
“Charlie
